You are invited to dive into the richly textured world of 1960s Kabul.

As a suburban wife and mother, I lived for two years there with my husband
and three young children, at a time when this small, unknown country was just
opening its doors to the twentieth century, and westerners commonly thought
Afghanistan was somewhere in Africa.

The fifty letters in Letters from Kabul cover twenty two months that my family
was there from June 1966 through March 1968.

During that time, we lived in a spacious mud-brick house inside a walled
compound in Sherpur, one of the older sections of the city...